Secret Buyer

The Two Realms Mountain.

Little Stone Mountain Town.

A thousand years have passed, yet the town remains unchanged from a millennium ago; everything as usual, still as usual.

At least in Mingyue's view, it appears to be so.

Following routine at the market, she buys some meat, eggs, and vegetables, carrying them back to the nursing home, busy for two hours, which is considered preparing lunch for the entire nursing home.

"Lunch is ready!" Mingyue shouts loudly.

Nowadays, the elderly men and women living in the nursing home are not the same elderly from a thousand years ago—this is something she hasn't mentioned in the High Heaven.

"Hmm, quite a feast indeed."

Leaning on a cane, the shaky Taibai Jinxing walks over, with a cheerful smile on his face, sitting down by the round table, not forgetting to massage his leg.

"Grandpa Taibai, are your old cold legs acting up again?"

"Yes, the weather has been gloomy lately."

Taibai Jinxing sighs, the feeling of old cold legs is peculiar, but not particularly pleasant.

Thinking that he was once a grand Daluo, regarded as the Celestial Court's nice old man, but actually mastering the innate Geng Metal, excelling in swordsmanship and slaughter—yet now?

The old body remains in the old world, even lacking a wisp of true spirit, merely carrying a dispensable will,

His cultivation naturally dissipating like smoke.

Elsewhere would be fine, even if only bearing a trace of ephemeral will without any cultivation or mana, a thousand years would be enough for him to cultivate to True Saint or Celestial Venerate,

But in this nursing home....

No, it's not just him.

Taibai Jinxing gazes at the elderly slowly emerging from various rooms in the nursing home.

All the same as him.

All are old world wills emerging from the illusory reincarnation suppressed by the Emperor Houtu—old world soul wills, not the old world's true spirits.

No matter how it is, the old world's true spirits have some cultivation attached, but will?

Can only parasitize within another's body, effectively maneuvering a frail creature's shell with a mere wisp of will, and that's all.

"Three tables of eighteen people, each table with eight dishes and two soups?" An elderly woman walks over with a smile: "Little Mingyue, you've worked hard."

Mingyue gives a salute:

"Taiyin Grandma, it's what the juniors should do."

"Hmm, hmm..."

Taiyin Star Monarch smiles:

"The kid Qingfeng spent the entire morning cleaning, Zhen Yuanzi indeed taught two good disciples."

The elderly wrapped in a crane robe approaches slowly, his gaze carrying a hint of worry, but it vanishes swiftly.

"Master!" Mingyue and Qingfeng salute in unison.

Zhen Yuanzi nods and takes a seat, watching little Mingyue serve him a bowl of lotus root and rib soup, and suddenly asks:

"Mingyue."

"Master, I'm here."

Zhen Yuanzi examines his own disciple— or perhaps his disciple's portrait,

He asks in a deep voice:

"Did you encounter anything?"

All the seated elderly men and women cast their gaze over.

A thousand years ago, over a hundred old world true spirits emerged from the Two Realms Mountain, the source being the old principal of the nursing home releasing the suppression of the illusory reincarnation,

Some old world true spirits below Daluo were not restricted, able to leave directly,

But the existence at Daluo levels could only allow a wisp of will to emerge from the illusory reincarnation—thus these dozen people.

In fact, although most old world immortals and Buddhas dissipated, those who did not dissipate or perish were confined in the illusory reincarnation.

Similarly,

These elderly men and women, albeit existing as Daluo wills borrowed within bodies, without cultivation or mana, are ultimately Daluo, each with frighteningly sharp spiritual sense,

Long ago they immediately noticed the anomaly concerning Miss Mingyue—yet none said anything.

She is Zhen Yuanzi's disciple.

"Master..." Miss Mingyue's heart trembles at meeting her master's calm eyes, she opens her mouth but can't speak.

Was it earlier, when she went to the High Heaven for the gathering, and was discovered?

Miss Mingyue isn't sure herself what's wrong, clearly she should've told her master about the High Heaven gathering, but she hasn't, still hasn't said.

"Mingyue." Zhen Yuanzi speaks warmly, "What on earth did you encounter? You may..."

His words remain unfinished as footsteps sound again, the elderly present turn to look with a consolidated expression.

An aged old woman is approaching, trembling.

The nursing home principal, Meng the Thirty-Fourth.

Or rather—

The Emperor Houtu.

With Wa Huang's Stone rendered porous, the Supreme Being's thin will can also, under intense pressure, barely descend.

Although aided by Wa Huang's Stone's effect, the Supreme Being's will, in terms of ability, is akin to a Daluo true spirit,

And yet challenging to freely traverse the mortal world, albeit it has descended.

This is an important and pivotal step.

"Greetings Principal."

Many elderly men and women stand up, saluting.

The old woman accepts gracefully, yet her gaze shifts to Zhen Yuanzi:

"Zhen Yuanzi, my friend, do tell, what does that person seek you for?"

That person?

Qingfeng Mingyue, along with most elderly wear a confused expression, matters at the Supreme Being level are beyond their reach,

But Zhen Yuanzi is different—though not a Supreme Being, his seniority is vast, he too transcends the ancient, enough to address a Supreme Being as a friend.

Zhen Yuanzi stays silent briefly, then shakes his head with a bitter smile:

"Principal, I don't know concretely, that friend merely sought me for a game of chess, a game lasting through ages."

Several elderly men and women seem even more bewildered, Qingfeng Mingyue exchange glances in confusion—when did the master play a chess game with someone?

Due to Wa Huang's Stone, they cannot fully retrieve memories of events from ten thousand years ago.

The old principal gently furrows her brow, seemingly lost in thought—perhaps in disbelief.